There's a time in, dare I say, Every man's life where he must Choose between what is wrong And what is not going to help. He must be able to see that What is right will not be the correct answer; What is wrong will be the path to go. For in these times, a man will realize that What he seeks is not for him to obtain, But acknowledge it as a mirage on the horizon, Some distance away, On a course that would seal his fate. Lost at sea is the man who obtains what he seeks, For his worth he keeps in his shirt pocket, Limited by the darkness that surrounds it. He knows not the detriment that lurks below As he drowns in his own greed, Betrayed by the hands of his own god.